02/02/2026
Imbolc reflections.
18 years ago this week i walked up to the longman. To imbolc ceremony marking the seasons. Hugely pregnant. My back ached while I stood in ceremony. On the way back down the hill I had to stop regularly.
It was the beginning, early signs, of my beautiful daughter, Anya birth.
The day of her birth a community midwife came out to visit aftee i called her feeling my surges ramping up. She told me I wasn't yet in full labour, I was too calm, too quiet. She said I won't have her for another day. She told me yo make a drink and ho to bed to rest.
This confused me, as I was very much in labour. The thought of going another day with worse pain was unbearable. I nearly decided to go to hospital due to that comment.
After she left my mum collected my older two children. Within an hour labour cranked up. By 10 pm she was born.
She hates me sharing the exact details of her birth so ill spare her. I have written of it before in articles.
She was born the day of her grandads funeral though, that's pretty special too.
Imbolc is a deeply meaningful time of year for me, it was the time I found druidry, over two decades ago. It was the time of Anyas birth 18 years ago. Anya loved these ceremonies as a small baby and child, she'd join in back then. Singing Awens.
An imbolc was first ceremony I attended with my husband as friends. Brigid was the first deity I met and opened my mind to whilst I was pregnant with my fourth during a goddess camp. Each year imbolc returns my connection grows.
I'm learning the depth of imbolc with each year that passes. Leaving a mark. An experience that strengthens the connection.
My children aren't pagan, despite marking the seasons as children, they've chosen not to learn as adults. My biggest learning this year is that as much as I embody my path my children embody their own. Each in their own incredible unique, powerful way. Each shinning their own light. Each definitely touching awen even without that intention. Each inspire me so much each day!!
